Chapter Thirty-five
Additions To The High Security Area
I was well behaved for a long time after the two very closely spaced punishment sessions. After my cleaning on Sunday, the 11th of June 2000, my eight hundred and fifty-fifth day in the dungeon, Babs released me from the sleeping chains, allowed me to use the toilet and presented my breakfast. As always now for every meal, my nose leash had been pulled out through the bars then locked to the floor ring there, preventing me from any sort of easing of my crouched over and bound posture. I hated the pervasive control she had of my life but I had no possible way to escape and it was about to get even worse! She left but then returned some minutes later carrying a steel ball and placed it on the floor beside my head.
“It’s time to clean
